Cw: Atsumu Has Eyebrow Slit And He's Smug About It, Mentions Blood, Scar.

cw: atsumu has eyebrow slit and he's smug about it, mentions blood, scar.

atsumu looks up from his phone's screen as your lips part in concentration, fingers running over his eyebrow. "everything alright, babe?"

his heart melts as you tilt your head in confusion. "i just… i never noticed you had this scar."

"we've been together for three years," atsumu raised his perfect brows. "and you're telling me, ya never noticed it?"

you shake your head. "how'd you even get it?"

the blond scoffs, running his hands through his hair. "samu slammed the door in ma face while i was walking in. i was just eight at that time."

"did it hurt?"

"yeah, i was bleeding all over the place," atsumu shakes his head at the painful memory. "i had to get eight stitches." 

they were three stitches.

"you're so brave tsumu," you cup his cheek in awe. "and the scar makes you look so hot."

atsumu was aware how hot the scar made him look, courtesy of thirsty twitter accounts. he leans in you touch, a small smile on his lips. "thanks baby. I'm glad ya find my pain physically appealing."

"shut up," you softly click your tongue, leaning in his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders. "i wish i had an eyebrow slit."

"want me to slam a door on your face?"

you push away his arm, walking to your shared bedroom. "i changed my mind— you're hot but equally insufferable."

"hey!"

a/n: stalking fan accounts is atsumu's guilty pleasure.

FOUND FAMILY — ALL 7 BROTHERS W/ GN!READER

"okay, we will take family portraits next."

a few shuffles could be heard here and there after the photographer had announced that they would take a group picture once all the individual portraits had been done.

it had only been four months into the student exchange program and a lot had happened since the beginning, so you— who was just a mere human that they didn't know for so long— had never imagined to even have the honour of being in their own family picture. of course, things have calmed down after the incident with belphegor, yet you had never thought that they saw you as part of their family until now.

out of respect, you moved out of sight and stood behind the camera while the others got their clothes fixed for their next photo. they had been close brothers for thousands of years— even some time before their fall. it made you feel a bit dejected since you hadn't had the chance to visit your own family members back home, though you were glad to see that they looked a bit joyful to take their pictures together after such a long period.

"alright, we'll start taking pictures if everyone is set." the second and third oldest let out a couple curious mumbles as their eyes focused on the spot you were supposed to be sitting on. they all had consciously— yet maybe a little unconciously— left a space for you. the rest of the five demons looked over to the empty place on the gold and velvet couch as well before the seven pair of eyes scanned the room in search for you.

you were spacing out a bit as you sat on a chair near the photographer, staring at the humongous ceiling and back to the gold walls. you had taken self portraits a few moments before this, so you had thought that you finally got to remove the accessories that sat on your skin. fumbling with the metal, you were unconcious of the brothers' gazes on you.

"mc!" a familiar voice, which belonged to the avatar of greed, was the first one to snap you back into reality. there was a second of silence before you cocked your head to the side, a puzzled look sat on your face; why were they waving at you— some even pointing to an empty space next to lucifer on the sofa?

"come on, hon! we're waiting on you!" asmodeus exclaimed as a bright smile tugged on his lips. "maybe they needed to take a break to eat something really quick." beelzebub mumbled loud enough for you to hear. "i'm also quite hungry after all those photos that we shot."

the youngest brother chuckled at the red haired demon's comment. "that's only the case with you, beel. we've had plenty to eat this morning." you slowly stepped forward after a few more seconds of them staring at you fondly. there was a giddy feeling in your chest as you realized that they all had been waiting for you to sit on your designed place— in front of them, next to their oldest brother.

"isn't uhm– weren't you about to take a family portrait?" you muttered from under your breath, fidgeting with the material of your clothes. there was still an unsure feeling resting in your stomach because you didn't want to intrude their own special picture. "yes, we were."

lucifer spoke up and you lifted your head to look at him— his voice unusually soft. a slight smile appeared on his face as he reached out his gloved hand for you to hold on. "you are a part of our family now, aren't you?"

his response was followed by a few humms coming from behind him and so you took the demon's hand and slowly filled that empty space with your presence.

it was in that instant that you knew that you are going to be with them for the rest of your life, as a big and loving family. the fact that they accepted you this early on without you knowing or even thinking about that possibility, made tears swell up in your eyes.

you had finally found your own safe place— your own caring family. all eight of you completed each other.

I wanna write a fic about how the reader has to learn to cope with the death of Dabi alone, because... Who would cry over an infamous villain? One that's portrayed in the media as a heartless murderer? His mother, maybe.

In comparison with the loss of a pro-hero, most people would mourn for years - if not decades. Family and community surround their funerals with thankful words and the graves are lavishly decorated with fresh flowers to replace the withered ones weekly. But when a villain dies, such as Dabi, everyone gathers around to hug each other with a Brut in hand and shed tears as they rejoice. A party occurs, maybe for two days, before they are forgotten. Graves and burials are neglected and abused, grass and vines cover their headstones, and eventually, the earth eats away at them with time.

It's impossible to confide in anyone because... His actions were horrible - he inflicted terrible punishment on people who weren't deserving of it.

And yes, he is horrible for those things... You don't mean to justify his actions, but they don't know what you know. About how careful he was to you, how he would put your phone on the charger and put a blanket on you when you fell asleep late, or play house with you, though he was bad at it... Mixing up the red shirts with the whites while doing the laundry, or burning toast attempting to make breakfast.

As a person, Dabi wasn't great, and he wasn't good either. So... Why does your heart aches, your eyes burn, and your nostrils leak when you look down at him when you should be looking up?

death by chapstick. your husband, an idiot one, might've taken a bite out of your raspberry-flavored chapstick and regretted it.

pairings. husband!atsumu x gn!reader

warnings. fluff , crack , i actually giggled while making this , 119 is just the japanese version of 911

"Will I die if I ate your chapstick?"

"I don't know, maybe we can…." you paused, your mind digesting his words, "wait, atsumu… what?"

You were both were discussing how you could assist Osamu in moving his strawberry garden into his new apartment; so how the hell did this conversation end up transitioning into death by chapstick?

"More specifically your raspberry-flavored one — would I die if I ate that one?"

"Atsumu, what the fuck?" You sat up straight in bed, turning on the lamp so he could see your bewilderment. "Did you eat my chapstick?"

Atsumu sat up as well, sweating profusely as he spoke quickly, "we have more pressing issues to handle, babe, because your husband could drop dead at any moment."

Suddenly, he had you worried and stressed out, "Atsumu, I don't know if it's — why are you eating my chapstick!?"

Your phone was ripped from its charger, leaving you uncertain of whether to use the remaining five percent on calling one-one-nine to inform that your idiot husband is dying from chapstick poisoning or search the internet to see if your raspberry-flavored chapstick, the exact one that he ate, was dangerous.

"I like how it tastes on you!" He blurted, "you were gone for a long time today and I missed your taste — but listen, if it is poisonous, why would they want you to apply it to your lips if you would taste it constantly?"

Tears swelled in your eyes from concern, "It's not meant to be eaten like a fuck— like a fucking cheese stick, Atsumu! And you're now just telling me?!"

You decided that you would use your last five percent to read the top search to find out if chapstick is safe to consume if eaten.

When sufficient amounts are swallowed, they may experience a minor upset stomach or loose stool. If your child is found with chapstick, do not panic. The tube should be removed, the mouth should be wiped with a soft, wet cloth, and water should be given to the child.

You married a fucking reincarnation of a dodo bird.

"Good news, you're not dying, just going to have an upset stomach," you growled, upset that he made you worry over nothing, "but your dead to me."

Atsumu placed his hand on his heart and threw his head up against the wall, "oh my god… oh my god that's so relieving."

Laying down with your back turned to him, you plugged your phone into its charger and turned off the lamp.

He chuckles, "I'm so sorry hun, I didn't mean to scare you—"

"Blah, blah, blah, I can't hear you because a dead man can't speak."

"Baby, is this how you treat me after a life-or-death experience?"

"You're an idiot, Atsumu — who the hell eats chapstick?"

He frowns as embarrassment sets in. "I didn't eat it, I took a nibble out of it. I said that you were gone for a long time today and I missed your flavor. I tried putting some on my lips, but that wasn’t enough."

"You're an absolute freak, should've just married your brother when I had the chance."

"Should've! Because now you're stuck with me, you even said it yourself!" He laughs, "you said, I, Y/N L/N — now Y/N Miya — take you, Miya Atsumu, as my lawful wedded husband—"

"— Yeah, yeah, I remember—"

"—to have and to hold from this day forward…"

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself. He's such a dork.

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health," he emphasizes, "until death do us part. But you're still stuck with me even after that."

He reaches over to kiss you on your cheek and flips you over so that you're facing him, "I love ya so much."

PICK A CARD -—- In recent weeks, Atsumu has become quite interested in performing card tricks for his teammates as well as a couple of ladies. The only problem is, is that he never showed you these things, but little did you know he was just using them to courage himself to ask and impress you. Things don’t go his way, though.

PAIRINGS. miya atsumu x fem!reader

WARNINGS. blushy/shy Atsumu, he’s such a dork | fluff | just imagine Henmi as Kushida from Classroom of the Elite | the reader is kind of a brat LOL | the end is kinda rushed bc i wanted to finish this b4 4:00, I’ll proof read later

During the past few weeks, Atsumu has been fascinated with cardistry.

Each week, he performs a new card trick for a group of popular girls gossiping in the hallway or another group in the cafeteria. The volleyball fangirls that crowd around him even come to his games with a deck of cards to see what he’s capable of.

The only problem is, that he never shows it to you.

It’s not his obligation to show you everything; you shouldn’t feel entitled merely because he does… The fact that the ace of diamonds disappeared and reappeared behind your friend Henmi’s ear, a girl who appears to be smitten with him, left you feeling jealous and unwelcome.

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